(G)Some of them were dreamers, (C) and some of them were fools(G) who were(Em)making plans and (C)thinking of the
future(G),,,,[C],,[G]With the energy of the innocent, they were (C)gathering their tools(G) they would (em)need to make
thir (C)journey back to (G) nature(C),,,, (G) While the (Em) sand slipped through the (G)opening, and their (C)hands reached
for the (G) glden ring, with their (Em) hearts they turned to each (G) other's hears for (D) refuge, (C) (G) (D) in the (Em)
troubled years that (C)came before the (G) deluge (C),,,, (G)

Chorus:

(G) Now let the music keep your (G)
spirits high....(C),, (G) (C) and let the buildings keep our (G)children dry (C),,, (G) Let creation reveal (D)it's
secrets, by and by (G),, (C) by and by (G),,, (C) when the (G) light that's lost with (C) in us reaches the sky (G),,,,
(D)

Some of them knew pleasure, and some of them knew pain, and for some of them it was only the moment that
mattered. With the brave and crazy wings of youth, they went flying around in the rain and their feathers once
so fine, grew torn and tattered And in the end they traded their tired wings, for the resignation that living brings,
and exchanged love's bright and fragile glow for the glitter and the rouge, and in a moment they were swept before
the deluge

Some of them were angry at the way the earth was abused by the men who learned how to forge her beauty
into power And they struggled to protect her from them Only to be confused, by the magnitude of her fury In the
final hour And when the sand was gone and the time arrived In the naked dawn only a few survived and in attemps
to understand a thing so simple and so huge believed that they were meant to live after the deluge